For comfort and for revenge
For comfort and for revenge
There you go, that's the itch
You have to fill your father's boots
Pick your pleasure
Don't burst yet!
This is my cake's candle, son
The pressure must be somewhere else
Under the mask there is a slut
She's slim but chances are big
Can we try these positions?
If internet is out...
You don't need babysitting anymore
We're hungry, papi!